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It’s a funny place you find yourself in when you don’t have the luxury of the everyday world wide web. I mean, it’s not something you need to survive, yet when it’s taken away – things seem just that little bit more difficult –and not to mention that things seem to pile up in a matter of a snowball effect…

Being disconnected now for roughly 2 weeks has been having some interesting effects on my daily routine. I have been forced to break rules when the chance arrives, borrow connections and hack my way into the virtual world that we have become so compulsively addicted to. And not to mention being wreckless enough to get busted for a questionable subject matter…

I never realised how much of an impact the web has held over my current situation. Not only a means of networking, socialising, blogging and creating, but also as a means of learning and keeping in touch with the arbitrary facts, events and creations, that I love… Bringing light to new perspectives, expanding the mind and all that.
It’s small things like this that make life easier – more simplified. Yet logically I can’t help thinking that it’s these very things that make us remote, slothful and complicated to begin with.

Being disconnected thus far has brought me to so much disorder, yet I have spent more time drawing, more time chatting & eating out and more time thinking about the world outside the window (and no, not just because I am now forced to listen to AM radio in the mornings due to the FM switch being broken). Slightly refreshed, I treck back into the wonderful world of web 2.0 and here we go once more…

World Graphics Day is celebrated on 27 April, because this is the day in 1963 when Icograda, the world body for graphic design, was founded. It is a day to celebrate the profession of communication design globally. The day has been celebrated since at least 2000.

In the last ten minutes alot has happened. things move by slowly and perceptions change depening on what I see, feel imagine and create.

In the last 10 minutes the lights have dimmed, the noises outside softened down to a dull whisper.
In the last 10 minutes I have changed perspectives, juxtaposed thoughts and principles against the grain.
In the last 10 minutes I have written and re-written concepts and tried to understand why thigns work out the way they do.
The shadows on the walls have grown a little longer.
I have travelled into a world of ‘what if’s’ and annother of ‘when it happens’. I have questioned notions of value, perceptions of evil and even reasons behind ‘the rules’ of what’s right and wrong.

In the last 10 minutes, you will have read this and then moved onto something else.
In the last 10 minutes not much has happened, but my thoughts have already altered and have now changed the way I will wake up tomorrow.

Paul Arden was one of the most exceptional creative directors with a unique and rebelious attitude, an individualism and passion for perfection that resulted in some of the best advertising in the 80/90s.

A friend told me today that Paul Arden had passed away – and it was something that has made a dint in my day. His book “Its not how good you are, its how good you want to be” is an inspirational piece of genius. Such an eye opener that needs to be read by all creatives and anyone really, with an active mind.

Paul Aren was inspirational, a mentor and a legendary creative director that cut his own path and left a trail for many people to learn from.

Its interesting and moving when people like Paul Arden pass away. Not quite sure how to pinpoint it, or what it targets – but it’s certainly something memorable that stirs up a little dust for me.

Still today – I often look through Paul Arden’s book and don’t put it down. Such insight leaves impressions that are never forgotten and always enjoyed. It is also interesting to think what now?

Will there be another Arden? Or will there be something uncovered – an untold story that maybe Arden was sitting on all along? I will look forward to whatever could try to come close to such an author/creative.

Its people like Paul Arden that make you want to turn pages, and that is truly unforgettable.

I have been searchinghunting for a sharehouse for about 3 weeks now. I am completely blown away by how difficult it is. Where to begin…

I have restricted myself (due to too many bad sharing experiences) down to a checklist of four items.

1. Room size and cost
2. Location of house
3. The acual house & cleanliness
4. People and personallities

Surely not alot ask?

So you find a place that sounds hmmmm not too bad -within price range (which has already been bumped up a little more than the price range I was looking for last week)

Next step, (If the room is available and if you can contact the people) The interview.
Within 30 minutes or so, you have to get to know this person that ultimately you are sharing space with, and in return you have to talk about yourself. So after their 66th interview hopefully they will remember who you are and what good things you can bring to the house.

Argh. Then maybe they call you back and say thanks for your time but the thing that really gets me is the houses where you have no connection to the current tennants or cant wait to get out – They call you back and ask you to move in!
Catch 22.
Plenty out there but nothing for me. I guess I am being fussy, but hell I want to be. I have to live there afterall. and I’m not rushing into it again.

So no luck this time, next week I will line up a few more interviews and hey, I am going to become a Pro at this soon. Really. I am not doing this for fun, no matter how it may appear. (And regardless of how good the interview practice is).
So back to the drawing board ‘flatmate finders’ for some more options. Perhaps I will look in some new locations this time…

Argot derived from French language. It’s primarily a secret slang used by various groups, including but not limited to thieves and other criminals, to prevent outsiders from understanding their conversations.

Victor Hugo was one of the first to research argot extensively. He describes it in his novel, Les Misérables, as the language of the dark; at one point, he says, “What is argot; properly speaking? Argot is the language of misery.”

But its also defined as “the deliberately hermetic language of a small knowledge clique… a super-specialized cult language that has no traction in the real world.

Interesting thoughts. So as I continue to blog, I guess I feel this is a secret method of communication. quite like getting your thoughts out there with no one to question or understand really what your talking about. …Except a small handful of people anyway. Which in itself is the basis of a secret following, not so unlike argot itself.